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It’s an age since I last picked up this pen,An age since I scrawled a word,There once was a time when I’d write it down,All that I’d..
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She kept the jar on the mantelpiece,Our Grandma, Eleanor Flood,A plain ceramic with just one flawA cross that was scrawled in blood.We didn’t kn..
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It was only the shape of the mushroom cloudThat gave the game away,It’s not that we weren’t expecting it,It could happen any day,But when ..
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Down in the village where I grew upThat sat on the eastern shore,Viking marauders had once shown upTo raze, to pillage and more.They cut a swathe thro..
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They said that he’d come from the cemeteryAnd I thought he maybe could,In his coat with tails, covered in snailsAnd a cape without a hood,He loo..
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They put me in charge of the churchyard,And said, ‘mow between the graves,’The weeds out there were atrociousGrew in lumps, and clumps and..
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I’d read of the yacht that was lost at sea,Among the Antarctic ice,I never thought it would matter to meThough its ending wasn’t so nice,T..
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The hoofbeats come through the mist at nightAnd the sound of clattering wheels,While Ursula sits at the Inn in fright,And we all know how that feels,T..
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The rain came down in a torrent, whileThe rest of the world had slept,The mud it churned was abhorrent,It was as if the planet wept.They said we&rsquo..
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‘I’ve never believed in ghosts,’ she said,So I said, ‘I’ll prove there are.I’ve seen them at night beside our bed,..
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